The monstrous sequoias tower over my head
The natural beauty abounds me
A chickadee chirps
The sun filters in
Little by little the ground comes to life
Millions of beetles scramble for food
Frantic mobs crowd the ant hill
Each one searching for a morning feast
A woodpecker pecks
And again
And once more
Or maybe an echo bounces off the standing timber
The pine needles snap under my shoes
Scaring a butterfly
Out of the darkness
And into the sun.
